Biografía:
Hilltop Hoods son grupo de hip hop procedente de Adelaide, en el sur de Australia. Sus miembros son los MCs Suffa (Matt Lambert), Pressure (Daniel Smith) y DJ Debris (Barry Francis). Han estado en el centro de la escena hip hop de Australia durante dos décadas, con su formación 1991 y su primer EP en 1997. Desde entonces han publicado 5 álbumes de estudio y 2 DVDs.
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Cosby Sweater – Hilltop Hoods
Guitar 1
e|--0--3--/7--3--5---0----|
B|------------------------|
G|------------------------|
D|------------------------|
A|------------------------|
E|------------------------|
Guitar 2 / Bass
e|------------------------|
B|------------------------|
G|------------------------|
D|------------------------|
A|-------------5------5---|
E|-0---0-3---3------5---5-|
Em G D A
(two counts each whole song)
[Intro]
Em G
Watch me do my thing, get
D A
Lost into my scene, yeah
Em G
Hot like New Orleans in
D A
Cosby crew and jeans, yeah
[Verse 1]
Em G
They're not awakened, stare a lot and vacant
D A
Living in conditions of the modern matrix
Em G
Only bare arms when I'm proper naked
D A
Only point I made with a bullet was on paper
Em G
Ain't here to fight some dude or fuck around with his spouse
D A
Rather light your mood and burn it down with the house
Em G
Get you hyped from the groove on account of the bounce
D A
And looking like Tom Cruise, up and down on a couch
Em G
Status never mattered ever, act however
D A
Like Chris-tine Aguilera, just let yourself go
Em G
Mad at Pressure, an en-deavour that is better left
D A
Pristine track and record to let you all know
Em G
That we would be kings even homeless
D A
Building these kingdoms our own, just
Em G
Slap a rapper like Solange Knowles
D A Em
Till they're gathering, they no longer matter like a black hole
[Pre-Chorus and Chorus]
G D A Em
And it's all good
G D A Em
And it's all good
G D A Em
And it's all go hoo hoo hood
G D A Em G
And it's all good
D A
(One, two, three, four!)
Em G
I feel like Bobby Fischer
D A
Always four moves ahead of
Em G
My competition, listen
D A
They ain't gonna stop me ever
Em G
I feel as large as Biggie
D A
Swear it could not get better
Em G
I feel in charge like Biggie
D A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
[Verse 2: Suffa]
Em G
I'ma step up every chance when I rumble
D A
They all call me champ of the jungle, it's fitting
Em G
I'ma get drunk and dance like your uncle
D A
'Til I'm all hands like your uncle, I'm kidding
Em G
The venomous inventor, when I enter then it's over
D A
When I'm spitting venom I'm as generous as Oprah
Em G D
You get a scar, you get a scar, you get a scar
A
Me? Drunk in the back of a rental car
Em G
Pat Benatar, brah, loves a battlefield
D A
Here to get you out your seat like a battle drill
Em G
I'm in the saddle still, a little saddle sore
D A
Smash you out the stratosphere, flashy as a matador
Em G
When I'm dressed like Theo's dad
D A
In a Coogi listening to Kool G Rap
Em G D
I won't beat around the bush like a seventies porn
A Em
I'll make you wish that you'd never been born
[Pre-Chorus and Chorus]
G D A Em
And it's all good
G D A Em
And it's all good
G D A Em
And it's all go hoo hoo hood
G D A Em G
And it's all good
D A
(One, two, three, four!)
Em G
I feel like Bobby Fischer
D A
Always four moves ahead of
Em G
My competition, listen
D A
They ain't gonna stop me ever
Em G
I feel as large as Biggie
D A
Swear it could not get better
Em G
I feel in charge like Biggie
D A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
[Verse 3: Pressure & Suffa]
Em G
Take a ride on the wild side of this alley
D A
We can fire up the night like Prince Harry
Em G
Fuck the high life, we can vibe like
D A
We got white lines hanging from behind like we're just married
Em G
I'll turn the art form into a blood sport
D A
And make pea soup out of a pea-brain
Em G
They wanna run these streets like parkour?
D A Em
I'd rather run these tracks like a steam train
G D A Em G
(Like a steam train, like a steam train, like a steam train)
D A
Em G D A
Em G
[Chorus]
D A
(One, two, three, four!)
Em G
I feel like Bobby Fischer
D A
Always four moves ahead of
Em G
My competition, listen
D A
They ain't gonna stop me ever
Em G
I feel as large as Biggie
D A
Swear it could not get better
Em G
I feel in charge like Biggie
D A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
_____________________________________________
Requested by Matt S at Laugh and Learn Guitar
Guitar 1
e|--0--3--/7--3--5---0----|
B|------------------------|
G|------------------------|
D|------------------------|
A|------------------------|
E|------------------------|
Guitar 2 / Bass
e|------------------------|
B|------------------------|
G|------------------------|
D|------------------------|
A|-------------5------5---|
E|-0---0-3---3------5---5-|
Em G D A
(two counts each whole song)
[Intro]
Em G
Watch me do my thing, get
D A
Lost into my scene, yeah
Em G
Hot like New Orleans in
D A
Cosby crew and jeans, yeah
[Verse 1]
Em G
They're not awakened, stare a lot and vacant
D A
Living in conditions of the modern matrix
Em G
Only bare arms when I'm proper naked
D A
Only point I made with a bullet was on paper
Em G
Ain't here to fight some dude or fuck around with his spouse
D A
Rather light your mood and burn it down with the house
Em G
Get you hyped from the groove on account of the bounce
D A
And looking like Tom Cruise, up and down on a couch
Em G
Status never mattered ever, act however
D A
Like Chris-tine Aguilera, just let yourself go
Em G
Mad at Pressure, an en-deavour that is better left
D A
Pristine track and record to let you all know
Em G
That we would be kings even homeless
D A
Building these kingdoms our own, just
Em G
Slap a rapper like Solange Knowles
D A Em
Till they're gathering, they no longer matter like a black hole
[Pre-Chorus and Chorus]
G D A Em
And it's all good
G D A Em
And it's all good
G D A Em
And it's all go hoo hoo hood
G D A Em G
And it's all good
D A
(One, two, three, four!)
Em G
I feel like Bobby Fischer
D A
Always four moves ahead of
Em G
My competition, listen
D A
They ain't gonna stop me ever
Em G
I feel as large as Biggie
D A
Swear it could not get better
Em G
I feel in charge like Biggie
D A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
[Verse 2: Suffa]
Em G
I'ma step up every chance when I rumble
D A
They all call me champ of the jungle, it's fitting
Em G
I'ma get drunk and dance like your uncle
D A
'Til I'm all hands like your uncle, I'm kidding
Em G
The venomous inventor, when I enter then it's over
D A
When I'm spitting venom I'm as generous as Oprah
Em G D
You get a scar, you get a scar, you get a scar
A
Me? Drunk in the back of a rental car
Em G
Pat Benatar, brah, loves a battlefield
D A
Here to get you out your seat like a battle drill
Em G
I'm in the saddle still, a little saddle sore
D A
Smash you out the stratosphere, flashy as a matador
Em G
When I'm dressed like Theo's dad
D A
In a Coogi listening to Kool G Rap
Em G D
I won't beat around the bush like a seventies porn
A Em
I'll make you wish that you'd never been born
[Pre-Chorus and Chorus]
G D A Em
And it's all good
G D A Em
And it's all good
G D A Em
And it's all go hoo hoo hood
G D A Em G
And it's all good
D A
(One, two, three, four!)
Em G
I feel like Bobby Fischer
D A
Always four moves ahead of
Em G
My competition, listen
D A
They ain't gonna stop me ever
Em G
I feel as large as Biggie
D A
Swear it could not get better
Em G
I feel in charge like Biggie
D A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
[Verse 3: Pressure & Suffa]
Em G
Take a ride on the wild side of this alley
D A
We can fire up the night like Prince Harry
Em G
Fuck the high life, we can vibe like
D A
We got white lines hanging from behind like we're just married
Em G
I'll turn the art form into a blood sport
D A
And make pea soup out of a pea-brain
Em G
They wanna run these streets like parkour?
D A Em
I'd rather run these tracks like a steam train
G D A Em G
(Like a steam train, like a steam train, like a steam train)
D A
Em G D A
Em G
[Chorus]
D A
(One, two, three, four!)
Em G
I feel like Bobby Fischer
D A
Always four moves ahead of
Em G
My competition, listen
D A
They ain't gonna stop me ever
Em G
I feel as large as Biggie
D A
Swear it could not get better
Em G
I feel in charge like Biggie
D A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
_____________________________________________
Requested by Matt S at Laugh and Learn Guitar
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